As I commited my crimes in a darkened room

A bird flew by, and saw what I'd done it set up a nest outside

And he sang about what I'd become

He sang so loud

He sang so clear

I was afraid all the neighbours would hear

So I invited him in, to reason with him

I promised I wouldn't do it again

But he sang louder and louder inside the house

And now I couldn't get him out

So I trapped him under a cardboard box

And stood on it to make him stop

I picked up the bird and above the dim I said

"That's the last song you'll ever sing"

Held him down, broke his neck

Taught him a lesson he wouldn't forget



Then I put that bird in a cooking pot

Boiled him up and ate the lot

Then I sat in the silence

Thanked the lord for peace

Coughed up a feather and fell asleep

But in my dreams began to creep

that old familiar tweet tweet tweet



I opened my mouth to scream and shout

I waved my arms and flapped about

But I couldn't scream and I couldn't shout

Cause the song was coming from my mouth



I opened my mouth to scream and shout

I waved my arms and flapped about

But I couldn't scream I couldn't shout

The song was coming from my mouth

From my mouth

From my mouth

From my mouth

From my mouth

From my mouth

From my mouth

From my mouth

The song was coming from my mouth.